Today, I am home sick. And while being sick, I chose to catch up on reading some school novels, which was about the extent of my productivity. On my own more creative note, I taught myself the chords and fingerpicking to the song Mister Sandman, as performed and written by the Chordettes in 1954.
I hope to have a video up on Facebook soon, but seeing as my voice isn't all it's cracked up to be at the moment, that will just have to wait.
In the meantime, here are some wonderfully written lyrics to hold you over:
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream
(Bung, bung, bung, bung)
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
(Bung, bung, bung, bung)
Give him two lips like roses in clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him the word that I'm not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream
Mister Sandman, bring us a dream
Give him a pair of eyes with a "come hither" gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberacci
Mister Sandman, someone to hold
Would be so peachy before we're to old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mister Sandman, bring us
Please, please, please
Mister Sandman, bring us a dream
If you weren't already aware, the bung bung bungs are a form of scat, which I chose to fingerpick on my ukulele as well as sing when I am well enough.
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